You be rich and I'll be poor
You be wanted, I'll be scorned
You be happy, I'll be bored and alone
You have sex and I'll have none
You make friends and I'll have no one
Cause you'll move on and me I'll just sit here thinking of you
You go out and I'll stay in
You make plans and I'll be thin
You keep going, I'll be standing still
You make love and I'll make war
You get married, I'll be your whore
You'll be situated, I'll be armed and ready
Armed and ready
You be sane and I'll be sick
You feel bad, I'll be addicted
You're in pain while I'm on my last glass
You be cool and I'll be warm
You be calm and I'll be the storm
You'll be unsuspecting, I'll be armed and ready
You come down and I'll be leaving
You be kind and I'll be bleeding
You be hurt and I'll be no one's fault once
You be sorry, I'll be reckless
Begging me can we get through this
You'll be at my feet and I'll be armed and ready
Armed and ready
Armed and ready
